Chapter 7
Adas cut her off, kes on reze dhary
The storm in his eyes was mitonating like a force ready to consume everything in a parth
The young me fattered, swallowing hard before mattering. ” Mr. Winmar, yun… you ditit kuor
Her hestation only made his parience soup further
She took a shaky breath before facing the words out Mrs. Whitmore she was pregnant fix weeks”
Silence,
Atlas’s grip on the divorce papers tightened as his entire body locked up
“She was pregnant,” the nurse continued, her voice trembling, but the–she fell down the stairs. We don’t know exactly what happened, but… she lost the habry
A shudder ran through him. Something cracked deep within his chest, something raw and brutal.
Celeste had been carrying his child. And now, that life was gone.
His fingers trembled as he looked down at the papers in his hand. For the first time in his life, Atlas felt fear–real, gut–wrenching, paralyzing fear.
His pulse pounded in his ears.
She had wanted this child. For five years, she had wanted a child with him.
And now-
Atlas closed his eyes, pain twisting through his ribs like a vice.
Because he knew. He knew why they had never conceived before. The guilt came in waves, crashing over him, threatening to pull
him under.
His chest ached, breath hitching painfully as his own words from that night echoed back at him.
*“Celeste, don’t you think you owe me an apology for what happened back then?**
Had she known? Had she already known when she asked him that question?
Had she looked at him that night and seen him for what he truly was?
Atlas clenched his jaw, his voice hoarse when he finally spoke. “Find out everywhere she’s been in the past few weeks.”
He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself. “And find out how she fell down those stairs.”
The investigation moved quickly.
His assistant’s expression was tense as he handed over the reports. “Mr. Whitmore, the hospital’s hallway security footage was tampered with.”
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Atlas’s fingers twitched.
“But we’ve already begun questioning every patient and staff member who was on that floor at the time. We’ll have answers within a
day.”
Atlas barely acknowledged the words, his attention already locked onto another screen.
A grainy surveillance video from the KTV lounge.
His stomach twisted violently as he watched.
Celeste stood outside a private room, gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Her whole body was shaking.
Then, the moment she turned around, he saw it. Her pupils had dilated, her eyes unfocused, dazed, as if her entire world had just collapsed beneath her feet.
Atlas’s breath hitched.
She had been standing outside that room-*his* private lounge–when he had spoken to Nathaniel. She had heard everything.
His darkest secret, the truth he had buried for years–Celeste had discovered all of it.
Atlas’s chest constricted, an unbearable weight pressing down on him.
For the first time in his life, he felt exposed. The ugliest, most monstrous parts of him–laid bare for her to see.
His hands curled into fists, his nails biting into his palms. He refused to believe she had truly left him.
Not after the way she had loved him these past five years. She had loved him so deeply, so fiercely, like he was carved into the very
marrow of her bones.
She couldn’t just leave.
He forced his voice to remain steady. “Have you found out where she went?”
A tense silence followed. His assistant hesitated. “Sir… Mrs. Whitmore has erased all her identity records.”
Atlas stilled. His heart slammed against his ribs, harder and harder, as if his body was resisting the truth.
“She’s deregistered all of her personal information. No credit cards, no bank accounts, no traceable records. And-”
His assistant swallowed hard. “The airline company is withholding information. We currently have no way of tracking where she’s
gone.”
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